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"I want you to hang me. And fuck me while you're doing it."

There's a stool on the side of the room. You kick it over and motion for her to climb on. "Beg for it."

"Hang me, please. Hang your slut. I want you to pull me down so that rope cuts off my breathing, and I don't want you to ever let go." Amelia's already pulling the noose around her neck. "Fuck me until I'm read in the face and hang me until I'm purple."

You're walking up to her now. Despite what she's saying, she's already red. You plant your foot on the stool and rub your cockhead up and down her slit.

"God, don't be such a tease. H-hang me already." Amelia's breathing is so hard, so hot. Her voice is unsteady. You grope her tits with one hand and seize her throat with the other. A sharp little cry escapes her lips, but you silence her with a hungry french kiss. You thrust into her. She gasps. You slap her ass. She gasps again. You hold her steady on the stool, and she protests between a steady crescendo of moans.

"Tell me what you really want."

"I-- Ahh!" A bolt of pleasure and pain runs through her. You slap her ass. She squeals like the slut she is.

"Come on," you growl. "I don't have all day."

It takes a few more attempts. It's your fault, really, since you're ramming your meaty dick up her dripping, tightening pussy. With each failed try, it contracts and spasms more and more.

"P-Please, abuse me," she manages. You recognize these shivers. A growing orgasm threatens to tear through her coil once more. "A-Abuse me, choke me, hang me, use me--" Amelia's gasping. "Kill me, kill me, kill me! Hang me! Don't let me down until I'm nothing but your sex toy! My life is yours, so just take it already!"

"If you insist!"

You kick the stool out. Amelia's whole body weight pulls the noose taught, supported solely by your dick. Your thrusts and her bounces give her just enough air to subsist, for now, anyway. Her juicy thighs and meaty calves wrap around your waist, her bodacious titties heave and flail at the sudden drop in oxygen. She kisses you and rides you with all the strength she can muster, and that strength is falling fast.

With each thrust, you can see her face growing darker and darker. Amelia tries to keep up with sheer enthusiasm, and the dying spasms around your dick tell you that there’s plenty of enthusiasm to spare. But past a certain point, you stop thrusting up into her, for just a moment.

By now, her legs have let go of your waist and fallen limp. It’s time for you to return the favor. You grab her by the hips and pull the noose taut, doing the same to her neck. And your brutal hang-fuck begins anew. What little air she could’ve gotten is gone now- there’s no turning back. She cums on your dick, over and over and over, but the spray of pussy juices is much weaker than before. Both you and Amelia know this will be her final orgasm. The last chokes escape her sealed vocal cords.

When you finally empty your balls into her dying pussy, her tongue has rolled out of her cheeks- her face a striking violet. As your jizz drips out of her used vagina, and a golden stream drips down her legs, you wonder when she died.

But the slightest flicker in her eyes indicates that it has yet to come. You touch her cheeks, must more tender than anything you’ve inflicted on her during this long, last fuck session.

“I love you, Amelia.”

You kiss her corpse. The weakest flicker in your fucktoy’s lips indicates reciprocity. She seems to have enjoyed herself as much as you did.

Name: Alisa
Age: 24
Personality:
Appearance: See image
Apparel: See image
Consent: Yes to sex, yes to death
Type of Death: Beheading. Begging for it.
Setting: The cute barista scribbled her phone number on your order this morning. You called, she called you to her place, and she wants you to take home something to remember her by.